Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie, And watch the Lovers wander—Song and Spring— But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! A great triangle shaft uplifts on high Its columned shrine wherein the presses sing; Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie. With flocks of clouds the Shepherd-wind goes by, White poppies 'mid the waving grasses swing— But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! As to a fairy castle we draw nigh When home the ferries bear us, marvelling; Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie. Across the empty fields the trumpets die That meadow larks unto the morning fling— But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! Far off I hear the city's aching cry, Where Life and Death are Lovers, wandering; Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie, But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN AGAIN by KAREN SWENSON SONNET (ON AN OLD BOOK WITH UNCUT LEAVES) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST THE LAY OF THE LABOURER by THOMAS HOOD THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE THE SILENT VOICES by ALFRED TENNYSON |